❝ N O T H I N G  T O  W E A R ❞

Settling down on the couch, Addilyn begins munching on popcorn as she presses play on the next episode of Supernatural.

Immediately afterwards, she receives a text from an unknown number. Furrowing her eyebrows, Addilyn picks up her phone warily.

Unknown: Don't freak out, it's Corbyn. I got your # from Aurora.

Addilyn laughs, instantly berating herself for reacting so dramatically.

Are you sure she gave you the right one?

Corbs: No, not really. Is this Addilyn?

Yeah. I just wanted to mess with you for interrupting my SPN binge.

Corbyn doesn't answer immediately, which causes Addilyn to worry slightly. As she waits for his reply, she turns back to the show. But she found herself glancing at her phone every few seconds.

An agonizingly long seven minutes later, her phone vibrates again.

Corbs: I'm terribly sorry for interrupting your binge. Will you let me make up for it by taking you on a date?

Addilyn's heart swells at the thought of seeing the blond again, despite having been at his house only a couple days ago. But, her elation is replaced by worry at how quickly she's falling for the boy. Shrugging her doubts away, she replies.

Absolutely. Where are we going?

Corbs: It's a surprise ;) I'll pick you up at six.

Don't you need my address?

Corbs: Nope.

Deciding not to question his statement, Addilyn turns her TV off and stands up.

Not liking the sudden silence of her apartment, Addilyn turns music on as she slides into her room. Free by Why Don't We blasts throughout the place.

Throwing her closet door open, she paused, gaping at the overflowing towers of clothing and shoes.

"I have nothing to wear."

****

A knock on her door resounded throughout the apartment at exactly six in the evening. Checking her appearance in the mirror one last time, Addilyn rushes down the hallway to open it.

Standing in her doorway is none other than the blond she was hoping for, Corbyn, holding a bouquet of large, rose shaped balloons and grinning sheepishly.

"I didn't know what kind of flowers you liked," he admits. "So, I stuck with the cliché. As a bonus, if you don't like roses, you can just pop the balloons and they're gone!"

"Don't worry," Addilyn giggles, cutting off his rambling and taking the balloons from him. "I love roses and balloons."

Corbyn sighs, visibly relaxing as she releases the balloons, allowing them to flood her ceiling.

"Are you ready?" He asks, holding his arm out.

"Yep," Addilyn says, linking her arm through his and shutting her door behind her.

A comfortable silence surrounds the couple as they make their way over to one of the vehicles in the parking lot.

"Can I know where you're taking me now?" Addilyn asks hopefully, climbing into the passenger's seat.

"Nope." Corbyn winks at her before backing out of the crowded parking lot.

"Can you at least tell me how you know where my apartment is, since I'm pretty sure I never told you." She questions, beginning to mess with the radio.

"Aurora used to live on the floor below you with her friend, Mark," he explains, keeping his eyes fixed on the road.

Addilyn nods, gazing out the window in an attempt to figure out their destination. After passing the twelfth possible date location she could think of, she gives up, sinking back into her seat and watching Corbyn as he drives.

She noticed how he bit his lip at every red light, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly every time he made a turn.

Without realizing the car had stopped, Addilyn looks around in surprise as he turns the engine off.

Corbyn steps out of the car and walks over to open Addilyn's door, holding his hand out for her to take. Accepting it, he pulls her up and guides her over to the path.

"Do you like the surprise?" Corbyn questions, worried about the fact that she hadn't said anything yet.

Addilyn grins broadly. "I love it!"

Keeping her hand entwined with his, Addilyn rushes down the park's path, eager to find the playground. Corbyn laughs, jogging to keep up with her.

As the playground comes into view, Addilyn can't help but to squeal in delight as she notices how empty it is.

Coming to a stop, Corbyn smiles as Addilyn's face lights up in excitement, entranced by how beautiful she is in that moment.

"Hey, Corbs," Addilyn looks over at him, catching him staring. A light blush tinges his cheeks at being caught but she tactfully doesn't say anything about it. "Will you push me on the swings?"

"Yeah," the blond agrees immediately, wanting nothing more than to keep the smile on her face.

Addilyn rushes over to the swings, not noticing the dazed smile on Corbyn's face.

"Wait!" She stops him before he even reaches her. "Let's have a swinging competition!"

Corbyn laughs, taking the swing next to her. "Okay. What does the winner get?"

Addilyn pauses, pondering his question before grinning mischievously.

"The loser has to steal a duckling from the pond for the winner."

"Deal," Corbyn nods. "Ready. Set. Go!"

Addilyn kicks her feet off of the ground, immediately letting her competitive nature take over. Next to her, Corbyn does the same, intent on winning.

As the swings continuously go higher, each one at the same height, Corbyn gets distracted by the sight of someone walking their dog along the path.

His swing slows down, the motion not going unnoticed by Addilyn.

"I WIN!" She declares, skidding to a stop and jumping down. "I AM THE OFFICIAL SWING CHAMPION!"

Coming to a stop and jumping off of his swing as well, Corbyn watches a she twirls around.

"Let's go, Corbs," Addilyn shouts, climbing onto the boy's back. "You have a duckling to steal."

Following the path to the pond, Corbyn asks, "Isn't this kind of stuff frowned upon?"

"Only if you get caught."

Standing at the edge of the pond, Corbyn sits Addilyn down as they look around at the ducks.

"How fast can you run?" Addilyn asks as she notices the adult ducks largely outnumber the ducklings.

"Fast enough," Corbyn answers. "Why do you ask?"

"No reason," she shrugs nonchalantly. Pointing randomly, she says, "I want that one, please!"

"I got this," Corbyn announces confidently, swaggering into the swarm of ducks.

Listening to the loud quacking, Addilyn watches as Corbyn attempts to capture the waddling duckling.

Moments later, a high pitched shriek fills the air, followed by the sight of Corbyn running away from the ducks with one hot on his heels.

A small head peeks up from his hand as Corbyn grabs Addilyn's hand and drags her down the path leading to the parking lot.

"Those things are vicious!"